Leaves are beginning to turn those lovely shades of fall. Red, yellow, orange, brown.... And they begin to fall from the branches and spin, dancing their way gracefully down, down, down. They crunch under my feet as I walk across the ground, tangible reminders that it is nearly time to welcome in autumn, with all its glory.
As the temperature begins to cool, the air turns crisp, and I pull out my beloved sweaters and Uggs, my heart is beating gratitude for CHANGE.
Ironic though it may be, I feel the change is much more profound than a page on a calendar, or a pleasant turn in the weather.
The change is in me.
Though words escape me, I am beginning to recognize a very deep change in my own heart.
God never wastes our pain.
He makes everything beautiful in its time.
So, kind friends, I send out a warm, heart laid-vulnerable message, most especially to all of you who know me personally and maybe even talk to me on a semi-regular basis:
I am changing.
He is changing me.
And as this metamorphosis unfolds, I offer my love, my honest struggles, and, hopefully, a life that points back to the One who is making something beautiful out of the ashes.
linking up with Emily, sharing the overflow of my heart, offering my words on the altar of love...